Visiting the playroom one last time.

If anything could make the sisterly bond between Sam and Emma any stronger it was their shared experience of pregnancy and upcoming motherhood. At every possible moment of free time they had they would spend with each other, gabbing about which baby blogs and magazines to read, shopping at baby stores, and even talking about a maternity line of clothing at Emma's lingerie store. That left left more free time for Bill and me.

On one weekend that I had driven Sam over to the Youngs house I brought over one of my cherished bottles of scotch. Even though they had not officially announced their pregnancy, I had decided to congratulate Bill on being a father -- although we both knew that the baby was almost certainly was mine, but that was a subject we all silently had agreed not to bring up.

"Hey, guys, come on in," Emma greeted my wife and I at the door. She hugged and kissed my wife before hugging me.

"Hey, Emma, you look great," I complimented.

"I feel great!" she laughed, patting her flat belly.

"For now," Sam chuckled.

"I'm savoring every moment of my figure before I become bloated," Emma retorted, sticking her tongue out at her friend.

"Is Bill downstairs?" I asked, showing the bottle of scotch.

"Yeah, he's in the 'playroom,'" Emma replied before leading Sam to the dining room where she had various maternity magazines laid out on the dining room table.

I saw that the secret door to the 'playroom' was already open and knocked to announce my presence -- given our history of swinging I could not be sure if Bill was alone or not.

"Come on in, Mike."

"Hey, Bill, I brought you something," I replied, lifting up the four hundred dollar bottle of Bowmore’s 25 Year Old single malt scotch.

"You shouldn't have, dude," he gasped, putting down his screwdriver.

"It's to celebrate when your baby is born," I answered. "Don't worry, I have another bottle for our baby's birth."

"Thanks, man," he said, given me a hardy handshake and then a hug. I knew that thanks was for more than the scotch.

"Are you taking everything down?" I asked, noticing the sex swing set was gone and he was in the process of removing the stripper pole.

"Yeah," Bill nodded. "I had made a promise to Em that once she got pregnant I had to get rid of this room since we would be too busy being new parents to have the time or energy to have kinky sex anymore."

"I hear you," I agreed. "That's too bad because we had a lot of great times here."

"Speaking of which..." Bill interjected and reached into his jean pocket to fish out a USB thumb drive and handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, looking at the thumb drive curiously.

"Memories," he grinned.

"Memories?" I was confused.

"Of all our times in this room," Bill grinned, "including the last night the four of us used this room."

I wasn't really surprised Bill had hidden cameras in the room considering that I did the same around my house. "Do the girls know?"

"No," he shook his head, "and I would prefer to keep it that way."

"Of course," I nodded and shook his hand as a sign of trust. "So what are you going to use the room for now?"

"I'm going to expand my Man Cave to have a nice, big home theater with leather recliners."

"Well, I can lend a hand if you need any help," I offered.

"Sure, now that you're 'family,'" Bill joked.

I'm glad he accepted the fact he wasn't the biological father of his child, not that he was cuckold by Emma. He was genuinely happy of what I did because his wife had finally gotten what she had wished for the last few years -- something he couldn't fulfill but was grateful that if any man could father his child it was me.